So Who Really Spawned Elizabeth Windsor?
The parentage of Great Britain’s sovereign monarch is a matter of some speculation...
Eamonn McCann, 30 Mar 2011
Somebody should ask the Queen when she’s here if Jack Arbuthnot was her father and not George VI. Alex Cockburn, son of Claud and native of Cork, suggests it was so.
In her brilliant tome The Royals, Kitty Kelley reports on the basis of typically assiduous research that George VI was a stutterer in more ways than one. She reckons Elizabeth and her sister Margaret were conceived by artificial insemination, in 1926 and 1930 respectively, probably by different donors.
Margaret hated Jews and described the Irish as “pigs”. She would have been knowledgeable in such matters, having had her snout in the trough all her life. But that’s by the by.
Alex’s maternal grandfather, Scots Guardsman Arbuthnot, was commander of the guard at Balmoral when Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon, later the gin-soaked old harridan marketed as “the Queen Mum”, would come a-visiting from Glamis Castle across the heathered glen. “The high-spirited Elizabeth used to insist that Major Jack play ‘Horse’ carrying her about on his shoulders,” Alex recalls the family lore on his Counterpunch website. He goes on to speculate that, “Perhaps in 1926 the Duchess, as she then was, remembered that early, fairly intimate proximity and sent him a royal request.” Major Jack, Alex points out, was “now seasoned but still virile (and) from reputable genetic stock.”
An impressively argued case, readers will agree.
Alex has confirmed his status as a doughty defender of truth in raising the matter at all. It must hugely embarrassing for a life-long radical to have to admit such a distasteful connection.
The reason you hadn’t heard of Ms Kelley’s revelation is that her book has never been published on this side of the Atlantic. Even its existence is rarely referred to. Strange, when you think about it. Although not, when you think about it some more.
If you want Kelley’s Brit Royals summed up in a snap-shot, consider the Queen Mum posturing as a proper person in her role as Patron of the Royal Society for Mentally Handicapped Children and Adults, at the same time keeping two mentally handicapped cousins locked away in a secure institution where they never received visitors, and certainly not Royal visitors, for fear of the secret coming out. What a contemptible piece of shit. The rest of her brood didn’t lick it off the stone.
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